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The two were making out on the couch in Quinn's living room. Her parents were gone and this was really the only place the couple could get some privacy. Quinn loved Sam's siblings, but they had a habit of entering without knocking and shouting really loud why was Sam on top of Lucy. Sam sat up and said,

"Oh I forgot to tell you! I am going to be the staring quarterback this year." Quinn grinned and hugged him.

"We are so going to be Prom King and Queen this year!" Quinn said and Sam rolled her eyes.

"I am thinking more along the lines of getting a football scholarship, but a crown sounds good too." Sam said and then kissed her again. Quinn kissed back, but she was thinking about is the people in middle school who made her life hell. If they could only could see her now. Her boyfriend was the most popular boy in school, and she was the head cheerleader.

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"What do you mean I am not the head cheerleader anymore?" Quinn asked Sue Sylvester.

"I have noticed that you have been neglecting your Cheerio duties to hang out with that Lady Lip football player. If we are going to win Nationals I can not have my second in command putting anything, or anyone, first. Santana will be taking your spot." Sue said leaning back in her chair.

"But you can't..." Quinn said weakly.

"Yes I can," Sue said, "You are lucky I am not kicking you off the team, you just won't be so high on the pyramid."

"Santana can't be the head cheerleader! She had..." Quinn stopped herself. She had almost blurted out the secret Santana had told her the other day.

"What did she have Q?" Sue asked leaning forward. Quinn bit her lip. If she told she would be betraying her friend. On the other hand Santana had slept with Finn while they were still dating. So it really would be just calling it even. Quinn took a deep breath and whispered softly, but Sue heard.

"Well it seems I was mistaken," Sue said, "You are cut out to be the head of the Cheerios after all." Quinn tried to smile, but the guilt took over and she left Coach Sylvester's office with a heavy heart.

As Quinn walked down the hall after the talk with her coach she felt eyes upon her. She was on top once again, and she didn't care who she had to hurt to get there. Quinn had worked too hard to loose it now. Quinn noticed Santana talking to Brittney obviously upset and embarrassed.

"Did you rat out Santana to be the head cheerleader?" Sam said from behind her.

"Coach was going to demote me," Quinn said keeping her head high, "I did what I had to do." Sam laughed humorously.

"I hope you are happy," Sam said, "You are lucky Santana isn't trying to beat the crap out of you." Quinn didn't say anything. Sam walked away.

"Sam!" Quinn called out but he didn't turn around, "Sam!" Quinn watched as he stopped where Santana and Brittney were standing and gave Santana a hug. "Sam." Quinn said softly. Quinn watched as he turned the corner with the two girls. "Sam!" She tried again ignoring all the looks she was getting. Quinn felt someone next to her and Rachel asked,

"Are you okay?"

"No," Quinn said looking straight ahead trying her best to keep her pride.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Rachel said softly.

"No," Quinn said, "What I want is to be the head Cheerio and the Prom Queen. I want my boyfriend to stop being so damn nice and sweet all the time. I want him to not expect so much of me. I want Sam more then I have wanted anything."

"He might want to hear that," Rachel said carefully. Quinn looked at Rachel.

"I am not as good a person as him." Quinn told her.

"Not many people are," Rachel said, "He does expect too much out of people, but I think it is only because Sam knows they are capable of it. You are capable of being very nice, I have seen it." Quinn didn't say anything.

"Bye Lucy," Rachel said and walked away. Quinn took a deep breath and continued her strut through the halls. She might be Lucy to some, but she was still Quinn the Queen Bee to the students of McKinley High.

Sam still sat next to her in Glee Club. He didn't hold her hand or put his arm around her like Sam normally would so Quinn knew he was still mad. Quinn listened as Finn stood in front of the class and suggested they do a tribute to God this week. Quinn perked up at the aspect of the lesson. When she was going through a hard time in middle school she had really turned to God to help her through it all. Quinn had also prayed for Sam and her to be together. She looked at Santana who was glaring at her. The first thing Quinn needed to do was say she was sorry to Santana. Only after that would she and Sam be on good terms again.

Quinn caught up with Santana after class. Sam had left without so much as a goodbye. Quinn tried not to be hurt, she hated that Sam was mad at her.

"I'm sorry," Quinn said quickly.

"Come again?" Santana said even though she had heard Quinn just fine, "You were talking a bit too fast."

"I am sorry I spilled your secret," Quinn said slower.

"No you aren't," Santana said crossing her arms, "You are only saying it because lover boy is mad at you."

"Yes," Quinn said honestly, "I'm not really sorry because I know you would do the same thing." Santana smiled.

"That's true," She said then asked, "Want to get a manicure?"

"Sure." Quinn said and with that the two girls were friends again.

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That night it was Sam's first game starting and Quinn was cheering so loud Santana asked her if she had taken something. Quinn hadn't been able to tell Sam about her and Santana's reconciliation so technically they were still in a fight, but she knew that would change after tonight. Quinn had proudly drew a small 6 on her cheek in support of her boyfriend.

Her heart stopped when she saw Sam go down. Right away she knew something was wrong. Coach Beiste was running out to the field a paramedic next to her. Quinn didn't even think and just started running. She reached Sam just in time to hear Beiste tell Finn that this is what happens when you change her plays. Quinn's temper rose, so it was Finn's fault. She would worry about that later.

"What are you doing on the field?" Beiste yelled at Quinn who was now kneeling next to Sam.

"This is my boyfriend," Quinn said feeling dumb, "I saw him fall and had to see if he was all right. Is he all right?"

"His shoulder is dislocated," The paramedic said. "We need to get him out of here."

"I am going with him," Quinn told them. "His parents hadn't been able to make it to the game," Coach Beiste nodded. Quinn held Sam's hand as he was loaded on to the stretcher ignoring Sue Sylvester's glare.

Sam's arm was in a sling as Quinn drove him home. Quinn told him about her and Santana's making up, and the couple had made up too. Sam was a bit groggy from the pain killers they gave him so for the most part the ride home was quiet.

"Gave me quite a scare there," Quinn said breaking the silence.

"Sorry about that," Sam said, "The guy came out of no where. Damn my shoulder hurts."

"You poor baby," Quinn said taking his hand. "Well I was a nurse one Halloween so I think I am qualified to take care of you." Sam smiled.

"As long as I get to see you in the outfit," Sam said with a smile, "I love you." And then he began to doze off.

"I love you too," Quinn said grinning but Sam was already out.

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The next day Quinn was out for blood. Finn was sitting in the choir room next to Puck and Quinn went right up to him and slapped him clear across the face. The room that was once filled with chatter became dead silent.

"What the hell..." Finn tried to say but what was cut off by Quinn as she slapped him again.

"Quinn what are you doing!" Rachel said coming up to them.

"Finn is the reason Sam got hurt last night!" Quinn yelled and attempted to slap him again but a hand gently grabbed her wrist. The figure was behind her but Quinn knew that touch anywhere.

"Lucy its okay," Sam said letting her wrist go, "I'm fine."

"No you are not!" Quinn argued, "You were in great deal of pain last night, and still are! Let me at him!" Sam tightened his grip on Quinn's waist holding her back.

"What do you mean by it is his fault?" Mercedes asked calmly.

"Finn changed the play at the last minute," Quinn told the club, "He went against Coach Beiste's orders and Sam got hurt because Finn wanted some glory! He wants his old spot back! Let me go!" Sam released her before Quinn could bite him like she did when they were kids. Thankfully she didn't try to attack Finn again.

"What?" Rachel said looking at her boyfriend, "Why would you do that?"

"We won didn't we?" Finn pointed out, "Look I am sorry Sam got hurt, but we won. Shouldn't that count for something?" No one said anything. Mr. Schue walked into his classroom and saw that Finn was sporting a red face, Sam's arm was in a sling, and Quinn looked like she wanted to kill Finn.

"What is going on here?" Mr. Schue asked.

"Finn is the reason Sam got his shoulder dislocated. Finn wanted to be the star and my boyfriend paid the price." Quinn informed him, "Oh, and on another note Finn just so you know Sam is a much better kisser then you." Quinn added and sat down. She knew she was being juvenile but she was far too pissed to care. The whole class started whispering.

"Hello Lucy," Sam said sitting next to her, "There is the temper I know, and thanks for the compliment."

"I agree with Quinn," Santana said cutting into the conversation, "Sam might have a mouth the size of Texas, but damn, his lips are like magic." Quinn nodded in agreement choosing to ignore the fact that Santana had knowledge of kissing both boys.

"Hey!" Finn said, "I am an excellent kisser. Tell them Rachel..." Rachel opened her mouth but Mr. Schue cut her off,

"Enough," He said, "I am sorry you got hurt Sam and Finn you should be ashamed of yourself, but this isn't the time for all of this. Kurt actually had a song he want to perform for us, and we should give him our full attention. The class nodded and Kurt made his way up to the front and began to sing I Want to Hold Your Hand.

Quinn was holding back tears as she listened to Kurt. He was so sad, and it made her problems seem small. Sure the person she cared for most in the world had gotten hurt, but it could have been a lot worse. Sam pulled her close to him and Quinn took his hand and kissed it. Sam kissed her head in response. Quinn closed her eyes as she listened holding on tightly to Sam's hand.

If it had been me I would have slapped Finn too. The guy needed to be slapped after he had changed the play and someone got hurt.

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